Purely hypothetical question:
Your son is married to a woman who dislikes you, disparages you, and keeps your son away from family events while married. Your son’s wife leaves your son for another man. Slanders your son to anyone that will listen. Misrepresents her income to get more child support than she deserves. Continues to collect alimony even though she makes as much money as your son so that she lives on FOUR times as much per month as your son. Forbids her family from keeping a relationship with your son, but maintains a relationship with his family. When her relationship doesn’t work out tries to sabotage his next relationship. And then when she finally finds a guy that will marry her, invites you to the wedding. Do you,
A. Tell her where she can get off.
B. Politely decline.
C. Politely decline and send a card.
D. Happily accept and offer to bake cookies for the reception and then continue to be puzzled as to why your son is hurt.
She knows how to dig into computers.
She appreciates my hand knits.
Photogragher: Stefan James Olsen
She’s beautiful 🙂
I love you baby girl. I’m proud to be your mother. Happy Birthday.
I finished a pair of fingerless mitts. These are to replace a pair of fingerless mitts that had been destroyed by a visiting dog. I started with this pattern and made them a little longer. I also added length and a cuff to the thumb. The yarn is Malabrigo. I’ve made a few of these mitts and finally got to make a pair for me! The yarn was dreamy and so soft. It was my first time working with Malabrigo, and my first time working with a single. That was a little odd, I kept wanting to put more twist in the strand. The softness more than made up for any strangeness. I received more Malabrigo as a gift and I can’t wait to make something else. I’m thinking a hat.
The next finish is a pair of socks for my mother. I brought them along on Park City trip as car knitting. I only had the cuffs left to do. When I got them out I was surprised to find that I had finished one sock already and had only the cuff of the other left to do. I hope to finish these today and get them in the mail.
I hoped to get them into the mail before this but things got so busy. I’m already late for her birthday so I may as well wait and add them into the Christmas box. Which will also probably be late cuz that’s how I roll. It’s a plain, toe-up sock pattern made with this yarn in the Thyme colorway.
On Dec 4, 2010 , I started a little blog. It’s still a little blog and I still enjoy it. The word “blogaversary” is still weird to me.
Reading back through my previous blogiversary posts, I see that much has not changed. I am still late for things like my mother’s birthday. The socks are just a couple rows from being done and maybe I’m still wiped out from Thanksgiving dinner and Black Friday shopping because as of the wee hours of the morning of Dec 1, I still had not finished them.
I still collect pens and notebooks that I do not need and still get excited by shoes and bags.
I still adore my family.
And I still get excited by all things Halloween.
Here is to hoping for more good things to come and a continuation of the good things I already have.
I have a lot of pens. To say I’m addicted to office supplies is a bit of an understatement. When I find a pen I like, I don’t just get the the one color, I have to get the entire set of colors.
Do you know how often I see stuff marketed with me, a left-hander, in mind? Almost never. I see ads geared towards women, overweight women, women who appreciate shoes, Mustangs, and yarn. I see things for people who are mothers, gamers, and computer nerds. But left handers? One of the very few things I like about myself? Pfft. Who ever thinks about what it’s like to be left-handed?
Did I succumb to this clever marketing ploy?
Yes, I totally did.
It’s too bad that the print on the pen itself isn’t oriented the correct way for me, but hey, I’ll take what I can get.
There are so many things I could write about my mother. She was a stay at home mom, something I didn’t appreciate when I was little and living at home. She was a tennis player and won many trophies in her local league. To my sorrow, I’ve never watched her play a game. When I went off to college she sent many cards, often more than one a week. She came to visit and help out when each of my children were born, something I hope to be able to do for my daughters. I married and move out of state when I 19 years old and all the things that I didn’t appreciate slapped me upside the head right away. I’ve spent more years out of her house than in it and have missed her so much. Not just the things she did for us, but I missed just being around her. I’m so grateful to have been able to visit so often these last two years. She’s an amazing woman and I love her dearly.
Happy Birthday Mom! Enjoy yours socks, they’ll be done and off in the mail tomorrow 🙂